Oh spring break, you’re finally here! (: (: (:
This last week before vacation was torture. Every time I finished an assignment/studying for a midterm, I immediately had to start on something else. Had to. Which meant I didn’t. I’m not a good student, okay?
I’m also starting to suspect (based on the evidence Ley put before me) that I have ADD. If you’re looking for the worst listener in the world, look no further! My mind weaves in and out of conversations constantly, no matter how interesting they are to me, so this means friends get mad at me and lectures are always a disaster (my 2.5-hour Holocaust seminar omg kill me). It is incredibly difficult for me to finish things in a timely manner, if at all. I would either get distracted or I just wouldn’t finish it (cleaning, games, papers, books, craft projects, the 59765 drafts I have in this journal). I have the memory span of a goldfish (3 seconds). Super easily distracted by anything, even by my own thoughts or the wall.
Even though I’ve had these problems for years now, the thought of having ADD never occurred to me until a nurse at that psychiatric ward asked me if I had it. And then Ley suggested it to me the other day too. :/
I just took some online tests today and while they’re not diagnostic, they all say I show the symptoms of moderate to severe ADD. I’m not so much hyperactive/impulsive as I am inattentive. Maybe I’ll see if my school’s counseling center can do anything about this, or at least properly test to see if it’s a disorder or I really am just a horrid, horrid student.
My inattention problem might cause me some hard times at my new job at the laboratory preschool on my school’s campus. 3-4 year olds are already hard to understand, and when you have someone who CAN’T listen to you entirely… bad. They’re gonna strip me of my student teacher position soon. ;___;
Anyway! This post was supposed to be a quick one about nail polish but I digressed. But here we are. The thing about me and nail polish is that I will go through many months of not even touching a bottle of varnish. I just won’t have any interest in it and I don’t know why.
Then you have times like this semester where I go nail crazy and will change my polish whenever it chips. I swear it’s because I’m Vietnamese. I have nail painting in my blood. I should start charging Ley whenever she asks me to do her nails for her.